Otter Creek it seems only fitting

@Atshen :)

The sounds of the creek do not seem to cease, even lasting into the evening. The water whispers incessantly, light tremors causing splashes and ripples. Meat is plentiful here, albeit hard enough to catch without the distraction of the lively enviroment. Zhenya sits back on her haunches, continuing to pick at the same corpse she'd gathered before, though it has been picked to naught. For now, she is sated, though soon, her cravings will return. Her tongue flicks from her maw to lick at her nose, her eyes scanning for any signs of lupine life. Upon finding herself alone, Zhenya reclines into a more comfortable position and rests her head on her extended forearms. 

A subtle snap of a twig in the distance reminds her to remain alert, though her exhaustion is becoming problematic. There is still an orchestra around her, conducted by the eve, yet the music does nothing but lull her farther into sleep.